The bathroom filled with steam almost instantly. Jax turned the water hotter than I usually liked, but I didn't complain-not when he was already crowding me against the cool tiles, his big body blocking the spray until it hit his back first and cascaded over us both.

Water ran through his dark hair to his forehead and then ran in rivulets down the carved lines of his chest, tracing every ridge of abdominal muscle before disappearing into the deep V that pointed straight to where he was already hard again. Impossibly hard, again.

He caught me staring and smirked, that arrogant, panty-dropping grin that should have been illegal.

"Like the view?" he asked, voice low and rough over the sound of the shower.

I didn't bother answering with words. Instead I dropped to my knees.

His sharp inhale was the only warning I got before my hands wrapped around his length-thick, hot, and throbbing. I stroked him slowly, watching his abs tighten and his thighs flex.

"Fuck, baby..." The words came out strangled.

I looked up at him through wet lashes, water dripping from my lashes and running into my mouth. Then I leaned forward and took him in.

I swallowed as much of him as I could on the first go, hollowing my cheeks and sucking hard.

Jax's hand slammed against the tile above my head. "Jesus-Christ-"

I hummed around him, the vibration making his hips jerk forward involuntarily. His other hand tangled in my soaked hair-not guiding, not forcing, just holding on like he needed an anchor.

I worked him with my mouth and hand in a particular rhythm, slowly dragging my tongue along the underside, sucking tightly at the head, then twisting strokes with my fingers at the base where I couldn't reach with my lips. Every time he groaned or cursed under his breath, I took him deeper. As deep as my throat could take.

His control started to fray.

"Gonna-fuck-slow down or I'm gonna come down your throat in about thirty seconds," he warned, voice wrecked.

I pulled off just long enough to speak, my lips still brushing the slick tip. "That's the plan."

His eyes flared dark. "Dirty fucking girl."

Then he was moving, hauling me up by the arms, spinning me around so my breasts and palms pressed flat to the shower wall. He kicked my feet wider apart.

"Hands stay there," he ordered. "Don't move them."

I obeyed.

The blunt head of him nudged my entrance, running over my slit, and coating himself in the wetness that had nothing to do with the shower, then he thrust in hard.

I cried out, the sound echoing off the tiles.

He didn't give me time to adjust. He just gripped my hips with bruising force and started fucking me like he was trying to imprint himself inside me permanently.

The angle was devastating-every thrust made him hit that spot that made my vision white out. Water pounded against us, our heat and slick skin slapping together, my gasps and his growls mixing with the steady sound of the shower.

One of his hands slid up my spine, wrapped around the front of my throat-not squeezing, just holding. Possessive. Claiming.

"You feel that?" he rasped against my ear. "Feel how deep I am? This pussy was made for me. Say it."

"Made for you," I panted, pushing back to meet every thrust. "Only you-fuck-Jax-"

He rewarded me by angling his hips differently, grinding against my clit with every stroke.

My legs started to shake. "I'm-close-oh god-"

"Not yet." He pulled out suddenly, leaving me empty and aching.

I whimpered in protest. He spun me around again, lifted me like I weighed nothing, and pinned me between the wall and his body. My legs hooked automatically around his waist.

"Look at me," he demanded.

Our eyes locked, then he slid back inside-slowly this time. Torturously slow. Inch by thick inch until he bottomed out and stayed there, rolling his hips in small, maddening circles that rubbed every sensitive nerve without giving me the friction I needed.

"Jax-please-"

"Beg for it," he said softly. Almost gently. "Tell me how bad you want to come on my cock."

I was beyond shame.

"Please," I whispered, my nails digging into his shoulders. "I need it-I need you to fuck me hard-I need to come so bad-please-"

Something snapped in his expression, and he began to slam into me with deep and punishing strokes.

That was all it took. I came screaming, my back arching off the wall, my walls spasming around him so hard he cursed viciously. My orgasm triggered his; he drove in one final time and held himself deep, pulsing hot inside me as he groaned my name like a prayer.

For several long heartbeats we just breathed, our foreheads pressed together, water still running over us.

Then he kissed me, slow and deep. Different from the frantic claiming of before. Almost... sweet.

When he finally pulled out and set me on my feet, my legs were jelly. He steadied me with both hands on my waist while I swayed.

"Think you can stand long enough for me to wash your hair?" he asked, lips twitching.

I laughed weakly. "Maybe. If you're quick."

He turned me gently, guided my head under the shower spray, and started massaging shampoo into my scalp with surprisingly careful fingers.

I closed my eyes and let myself melt under his touch.

We didn't speak much after that-just quiet touches, rinsing, and towelling off our bodies. When we finally stepped out, he wrapped me in the biggest towel like I was something precious.

But as he dried my hair with another one, his eyes met mine in the foggy mirror.

"This isn't a one-time thing," he said quietly. 

My heart gave a hard thud.

"No," I agreed. "It isn't."

He smiled-slow, satisfied, and a little dangerous.

"Good. Because I'm nowhere near done with you."

We never made it back to the bedroom.

After the shower, Jax carried me-still wrapped in that oversized towel-straight to the kitchen like he'd already mapped out every surface in my apartment for exactly this purpose. My damp hair clung to my shoulders, skin still flushed and tingling from the hot water and everything that came before it.

He set me down on the edge of the granite island, the cold stone a sharp contrast against the heat of my thighs. The towel slipped open almost immediately, baring me completely. Jax stepped between my knees, hands sliding up the insides of my legs, spreading them wider.

"Stay like that," he said, voice low. Commanding. "Don't move."

I swallowed hard, my palms braced behind me on the counter. My heart hammered so loud I was sure he could hear it.

He didn't rush, instead he dragged a single fingertip along my inner thigh slowly, watching my skin tense under his touch. Then he moved it higher and higher, until he brushed my slick folds already swollen and aching for him again.

"You're dripping down your thighs," he murmured, almost to himself. "All because I carried you in here? Or because you know what's coming?"

"Both," I breathed.

His eyes flicked up to mine-dark, predatory, and pleased. Then he dropped to his knees.

He breathed in my smell deeply."Holy-fuck." 

Then he swiped his tongue slowly over my lips, almost casual. Just the flat of his tongue dragging from my entrance all the way up to my clit in one long, deliberate stroke.

My hips jerked, but he pinned them down with one forearm across my pelvis, heavy and immovable.

"Be still," he warned. "Or I stop."

I whimpered but forced myself to hold still.

He rewarded me by doing it again-slower this time. Licking broad circles around my clit without ever touching it directly. Teasing and tormenting me. Until my thighs trembled and my fingers curled against the granite.

"Please-Jax-"

He hummed against me, the vibration making me gasp.

Then finally, he sucked my clit between his lips, firm and steady, flicking the tip of his tongue over it in quick, relentless little strokes.

My head fell back, and a broken moan tore out of my throat.

He slid two thick fingers inside me-curling immediately to that spot that made stars explode behind my eyelids. He pumped them in time with the rhythm of his tongue, sucking harder, faster, until my entire body was strung tight like a bow.

I was right there-right on the edge-when he pulled back completely.

I actually cried out in frustration.

He rose slowly, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, his eyes glittering with mischief.

"Not yet."

Before I could protest, he spun me around. One hand between my shoulder blades and pressed my chest flat to the cool counter. The other yanked my hips back until my ass was in the air, legs spread.

I heard the rustle of fabric-his towel hitting the floor. Then the blunt head of him notched against me.

He didn't push in right away, he rubbed himself along my slit-coating himself in my wetness, teasing my entrance, nudging my clit with every slow pass until I was shaking, and begging incoherently.

"Tell me what you want," he said, voice rough. "Use your words."

"Fuck me," I gasped. "Hard. Please-Jax-I need it-"

That was all he needed.

He slammed in-deep, brutal, and claiming. The force of it shoved me up onto my toes. My hands scrabbled for balance on the slick granite.

He didn't give me time to adjust, he just set a punishing rhythm. Each thrust drove him to the hilt, his balls slapping against me, the wet sounds obscene in the quiet kitchen.

One hand fisted in my hair, tugging my head back just enough to arch my spine.

"Look at me," he growled.

I twisted as best I could, meeting his eyes over my shoulder. The raw hunger on his face nearly undid me.

"You're mine," he said between thrusts. "Say it."

"Yours," I sobbed. "All yours-fuck-don't stop-"

He reached around, his fingers finding my clit again-rubbing fast, tight circles that matched the brutal snap of his hips.

The dual sensation was too much, and I shattered.

My orgasm hit like a freight train-violent, blinding, walls clamping down around him so hard he cursed viciously. My knees buckled but he held me up, fucking me through it, drawing it out until tears pricked my eyes and every nerve was screaming.

He followed right after, burying himself deep, hips jerking as he came with a guttural groan, flooding me again. Pulse after hot pulse until I could feel it leaking down my thighs even as he stayed inside me.

For long seconds we just breathed-his chest heaving against my back, my forehead pressed to the cool stone.

Then he eased out slowly, turned me around, and lifted me onto the counter again-this time gently. He stepped between my legs and kissed me, slow and deep. Like he was tasting every sound I'd made.

When he pulled back, his thumb brushed my swollen bottom lip.

"You okay?" he asked, softer now.

I nodded, still dazed. "More than okay."

He smirked, but there was something almost tender in it.

"Good. I love your energy."

He glanced toward the living room, then back at me.

"Couch next?"

My laugh came out shaky. "You're going to kill me."

"Only in the best way," he promised, scooping me up again.

He carried me straight past the couch, through the open archway into the living room, and dropped me onto the thick rug in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows. Afternoon light poured in, warm and golden, turning everything soft except the way he looked at me-like I was already his and he was just deciding how many different ways to prove it.

I landed on my back with a soft thud, my towel long gone, and my skin still damp from the shower and slick from everything we'd done since. He stood over me for a second, naked and shameless, cock already hardening again as his gaze dragged down my body.

"Spread your legs," he said quietly.

My thighs parted instantly.

He knelt between them, but instead of diving in like before, he braced his hands on either side of my head and lowered himself until his mouth was a breath away from mine.

"You keep taking everything I give you," he murmured. "No hesitation. No asking me to slow down. You just open up and let me wreck you."

Heat crawled up my neck. "I like it when you wreck me."

His lips curved into a slow, dangerous smile.

"Yeah. I noticed."

Then he kissed me. Not the frantic, devouring kind from earlier. This one was deep and deliberate, his tongue stroking mine like he had all the time in the world. His body settled over mine, heavy and hot, pinning me to the rug without crushing me. I could feel every inch of him, his hard chest against my breasts, his thick thighs bracketing mine, the heavy length of his cock resting against my stomach, leaking against my skin.

I arched up instinctively, trying to get friction. He pulled back just enough to look at me.

"Patience," he said. "I want to feel every second of this."

He shifted lower, kissing a slow path down my throat, between my breasts, pausing to suck one nipple into his mouth until it was swollen and aching, then the other. My fingers twisted in his hair, hips lifting, searching for contact.

When he finally reached my stomach, he hooked my legs over his shoulders and spread me wide-open to the sunlight, open to him.

He licked me like he was starving-long, firm strokes of his tongue that dragged from my entrance to my clit and back again. Then he focused on sucking my clit gently, flicking the tip of his tongue over it in quick little pulses while two fingers slid inside me and curled.

My back arched off the rug.

"Jax-fuck-"

He growled against me, the sound vibrating straight through my core.

I was already close, embarrassingly fast after everything else today.

He knew it too, and just when my thighs started to shake, he pulled his mouth away and rose over me again.

I whined in protest.

He lined himself up, rubbed the head of his cock through my folds, coating himself until he glistened.

"Look at me," he ordered.

Our eyes locked, and he pushed in slowly this time. So slow I felt every thick inch stretching me, filling me, and claiming every bit of space until he was seated deep and still.

We both groaned when he was all in.

He stayed like that-buried to the hilt, hips flush against mine-letting me feel the full weight of him inside me.

"You feel that?" he whispered. "That's me owning you. Every inch. Every pulse."

I clenched around him involuntarily.bHis jaw tightened. "Fuck-do that again."

I did, and he rewarded me with a slow, rolling grind-small circles that rubbed the base of him against my clit and the head against that perfect spot inside.

My nails dug into his shoulders.

"More," I begged, and he gave it to me.

Long, deep strokes-pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in, deliberate and devastating. Each thrust dragged against every sensitive nerve, building pressure that coiled tighter and tighter in my belly.

The rug burned against my back, the sunlight warmed my skin. And his mouth found mine again-kissing me through every thrust, swallowing my moans.

When he finally sped up, my legs locked around his waist, heels digging into his ass, urging him on.

"Gonna come," I gasped against his lips. "Jax-I'm gonna-"

"Come on my cock," he growled. "Let me feel it. Let me feel you fall apart while I'm buried inside you."

One hand slid between us. His thumb found my clit, rubbing fast, firm circles.

That was it.

I came hard-shattering around him with a cry that echoed through the room. My walls pulsed, clenched, and milked him in tight rhythmic waves.

He fucked me through it-harder, faster-until his rhythm broke and he slammed deep one last time, coming with a rough, guttural sound that vibrated against my throat. Hot pulses filled me again, spilling out around him as he kept grinding slow and shallow, drawing out both our pleasure until we were both trembling.

He collapsed half on top of me, careful not to crush me completely, his forehead pressed to mine. For a long minute we just breathed-sweaty, wrecked, and tangled together on the living room floor.

Then he kissed the corner of my mouth, soft.

"You're dangerous," he murmured.

"Me?" I laughed weakly. "You're the one who keeps finding new ways to ruin me."

He lifted his head, eyes serious for once.

"I'm not done ruining you."

My pulse jumped.

"But I'm also not going anywhere after," he added quietly. "This," He flicked his finger between us, "is not just fucking. Not for me."

The words landed heavy in the quiet room.

I searched his face, my heart thudding too hard.

"Me either," I whispered.

Something softened in his expression-something almost vulnerable beneath all that cocky confidence.

He kissed me again. Then he gathered me against his chest and rolled so I was draped over him, both of us still joined, still messy, still catching our breath.

"Stay like this with me for a while," he said against my hair.

I rested my cheek over his racing heart.

"I'm not going anywhere."